Freedom...
I belong to the market place
I belong to the ruthless
I belong to the downtrodden
I belong to the heartbroken
My eyes refusing to see the color
My ear refusing to hear the merriment
My mind refusing to be the elegant
My heart refusing to sense the pleasure
I belong to the valley; I belong to the mountain
I belong to the desert; I belong to the wilderness
I belong to the old, I belong to the orphan
I belong to the abused; I belong to the rejected…
Oh I see only the tear and the bruise
I hear only the cry and the groan
I comprehend only the fray and the ugly
I sense only the sorrow and the pain..
Comments
good one
On seeing Aneez's comment
and your reply came to my mind
one malayalam kavitha I read some
years ago in this blog:
here